Zheng Puguan ran wildly among the streets and alleys with a burning turtle cloth.

The several-meter-long oil cloth was burning, and behind him was dancing wildly like the tail feathers of a fire phoenix.

Behind him, everything seemed to be burning.

The more he sets a fire, the less resistance he will suffer.

He ran happily and felt more and more relaxed.

But at this time, he began to realize that the city seemed to have become a little different.

It seemed to be quieter instead.

In the scorching waves, there seemed to be a cold and solemn aura that began to spread throughout the city.

"Do you want to change some way to die?"

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This solemn aura did not make him feel that the soldiers were afraid, but the previous battles, slowly adapting to this fighting style, brought him endless confidence.

He simply didn't believe that these armies could pose any threat to him.

At this time, he saw some cellars.

It was a stone cellar exposed in the open air.

When he saw those cellars, he smelled a very strong fragrance.
Chapter completed!